Spring Night Kiss.

Xu Zhouye parked his car in the mall's underground parking garage.

Song Qingjia opened the car door and got out, staring hesitantly at the man who got out of the driver's seat.

He raised an eyebrow: "What kind of look is that?"

"A look of distrust in your cooking skills."

Song Qingjia felt that she seemed a bit carefree. Why would she want to eat a meal made by a man who had never stepped into the kitchen before?

This is a test of your stomach.

Xu Zhouye remained calm and composed: "Don't worry, I definitely wouldn't want to send you to the hospital."

Song Qingjia choked. What she was saying meant that she hadn't intentionally put him in the hospital last time; it was his own fault for insisting on taking it.

"...Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Song Qingjia glanced at him, then turned and walked towards the elevator lobby.

Xu Zhouye chuckled softly, put his hands in his pockets, and followed her. He tilted his head beside her, his tone slightly irritating: "Are you angry?"

"no."

"Then kiss me."

Song Qingjia said with disdain, "Not intimate."

"That means you're angry." Xu Zhouye's smile deepened, and he drew out the last syllable.

To Song Qingjia, it sounded like a provocation. She stopped, turned around, and said, "Xu Zhouye, are you looking for a fight?"

"Go ahead and hit me, baby, you can do whatever you want to me." He was still laughing.

Song Qingjia, of course, didn't tolerate him and slapped his arm. Just as she was about to pull her hand back, he seized her wrist and gently pulled her.

She lost her footing, stumbled forward half a step, and bumped into his arms.

Xu Zhouye looked down at her, a smile playing on his lips: "Beating me wasn't enough, you have to throw yourself into my arms? Is this your reward for me?"

This man's ability to lie through his teeth is getting better and better.

Song Qingjia didn't rush to get out of his arms. She smiled, raised her hand and touched his lips, then slowly slid it down to his Adam's apple, rubbing it with her fingertip.

"Are you sure you want me to keep rewarding you?" she asked, deliberately lowering her voice.

Xu Zhouye pressed down on her hand, his Adam's apple bobbing.

My gaze fell on her red lips. Her lips were beautifully shaped, full and glossy. Even without lipstick, her lip color was gorgeous, like a strawberry that would burst with juice if you took a bite.

The owner of the red lips was still saying seductive things to him, which sounded like seduction to him anyway.

It looks tempting; I want to pick it.

But I promised her I'd cook for her; business comes first.

He suppressed his lustful thoughts and pulled her hand down: "You can reward me tonight."

Song Qingjia gave a soft snort and pulled her hand away. He pulled her back again, his fingers slipping between hers, and they intertwined.

"Let's go buy some groceries." His voice was a little deep. "What do you want to eat?"

"We can order food?" she asked in surprise.

"able."

"Then I want tomato and shrimp spaghetti."

"Okay, simple."

Song Qingjia pursed her lips, hoping that he genuinely thought it was simple, and not just saying it was simple.

In the supermarket.

There weren't many people, and the two of them slowly pushed their cart through the fresh produce section.

Song Qingjia turned her head to look at the man beside her, who was buying ingredients one by one according to the tutorial, and he looked quite professional.

She looked at it for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "Xu Zhouye, I want to eat this."

Xu Zhouye turned his head to look and saw her pointing at the strawberries next to her. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Don't you dislike strawberries?"

He clearly remembered that her good brother said he had never eaten it since he was a child.

Song Qingjia retorted, "Tastes can change, can't that be?"

Xu Zhouye looked at her for a few seconds, then lowered his eyes and chuckled softly, "Of course." He turned around, picked out a box from the shelf, and put it in the trolley. "You can eat whatever you want."

"Including me."

Here we go again, spouting nonsense under the clear blue sky.

Song Qingjia gave a light snort and turned to continue walking forward.

For the next ten minutes or so, she was responsible for pointing things out, and Xu Zhouye would put everything she pointed to into the cart.

When she turned around, she found that her shopping cart was almost full.

She chuckled, "How can there be so much? Am I going to turn into a pig?"

Her tone carried a coquettishness that she herself was unaware of.

"No," Xu Zhouye said lazily. "Even if I eat myself into a pig, I'll still like it."

"Oh, so you're cursing me to get fat!"

"I'm just telling the truth." He pushed the car forward a few steps, took her hand, and said, "When have you ever seen me complain about that big fat cat, Er Gou?"

Song Qingjia: "?"

"You're talking bad about the kitten again," she poked his waist. "You're such a bad father."

Xu Zhouye paused, a smile playing on his lips: "So you admit I'm its father."

"You're so shameless, do I need to admit it?"

I wonder who it is that keeps calling himself "Dad" in front of Er Gou every day. Does it really matter whether she acknowledges it or not?

However, someone disagreed with her statement.

"That's different. You admit it, and it feels more fulfilling to do it."

The man's voice was clear and cheerful, carrying a hint of laughter. It gently tapped her heart, sending a tingling, numbing sensation spreading like ripples.

Song Qingjia looked at him, a slight smile creeping onto her lips: "Then shouldn't you, as the father, show some appreciation?"

Xu Zhouye: "Of course, I'll take care of its food from now on."

Song Qingjia: "That's more like it."

-

When he got home, Xu Zhouye went into the kitchen.

Song Qingjia originally wanted to help, but he pulled her back to the sofa and pressed her down to sit: "Just wait, if you're bored, play with Er Gou, be good."

Since he said that, she naturally lay down without any hesitation.

Er Gou very consciously moved to her side and lay down with his head on her lap. She stroked her lap while chatting with Shen Lingyi.

Since she returned from Monaco, the other party has tried to contact her several times. However, she has been unable to meet up with them each time due to her busy work schedule and excessive overtime.

Shen Lingyi was complaining: "Qingjia, my darling, we haven't kept in touch like best friends for a very, very, very long time! Now your favorite thing is work, your second favorite is Er Gou, Xu Zhouye is third, and I'm fourth!"

Song Qingjia found it amusing and replied: 【No, you're a little ahead of Xu Zhouye.】

Shen Lingyi: [Really? You swear.]

Song Qingjia: [I swear.]

Shen Lingyi: [Spinning.jpg]

Immediately afterwards, she sent another message: "Can I come over and sleep with you tonight?"

Song Qingjia paused, then looked up at the figure behind the kitchen glass door.

He looked down and typed: 【Come on.】

Shen Lingyi cheered: 【Yay!】

Song Qingjia was typing with her head down when Xu Zhouye came out of the kitchen carrying a plate and called out to her, "Dinner's ready."

She responded with a sound, but did not look up.

On the screen, Shen Lingyi's tone was rather sarcastic: "Your Xu Zhouye won't mind, will he? I stole his darling girlfriend, and now I'm going to sleep with her..."

Song Qingjia could almost picture her expression; it would definitely be a teasing, winking look.

Song Qingjia: [You came to my house, what does he mind?]

Song Qingjia: [Let him go back to his own home in a bit.]

Just as he pressed the send button, a shadow fell over him, and a doting voice sounded: "Dinner's ready, did you hear me?"

Song Qingjia quickly placed her phone face down on her lap.

She wanted to tease him, but she couldn't let him see the chat history.

Er Gou was startled by her action, jumped off her lap, and meowed in dissatisfaction.

Song Qingjia quickly patted its head reassuringly.

Xu Zhouye looked down at her series of movements, then at the phone that was upside down on her lap, and raised an eyebrow.

"Honey, you're trying to cover it up a bit."